The sound of spray paint against brick-wall was one of the many sounds you could hear in the late nights of Jaybreakenham; The city that never sleeps. 20 metres to the left, a couple arguing on their balcony, police sirens in the far, yet close, distance and of course thugs, intoxicated, laughing and patrolling the streets as if they owned them. "Raphael hurry up man! We've been out too long the police are gonna come any-"
"You don't think i know" The young man with a spray can in his hand responded in a calm voice. "Listen okay? Greatness cannot be rushed, I had a vision of how sexy this old brick wall can look and this vision must be realised". His companion rolled his eyes at Raphael's monologue, his hands tugging on the pockets of his puffer jacket in exasperation.
"Here you go again with your bullshit…you do graffiti-",
"Art. I do Graffiti art—mchmt Yo stop pissing me off, i didn't ask you to be here. if you're going to be here watch in fucking silence."
His friend kissed his teeth but he didn't speak another word, only fidgeting, antsy in case police were to come. "See i'm almost done...just a couple more…" Raphael's words were cut short as he was sent flying into the road adjacent to the brick-wall.
His eyes shot up as he saw his friend fighting against three police officers. 'Where the fuck did they come from?' He thought, but had no time to think as his friend was quickly losing the fight. He ran towards him but another two police officers, who were running full speed, intercepted first. He grabbed a knife out his waistband, a nine inch stiletto equipped in his right hand, and raised his guard preparing to face them.
The first police officer a bulky, average sized male came in with a blazing right hook, Raphael ducked under and attempted to uppercut him with his left but the second officer, a female operative, sent a roundhouse kick and he was forced to block the blow. But this was no ordinary kick, her legs glowed white and Raphael's face expressed the visceral agony he was feeling, but he had no time to wallow in pain. The female officer followed up with a series of inhumanly fast punches and kicks, Raphael being forced to dodge and at worst block the punches though he knew there had to be an end to the sequence, and soon enough there was. After a haymaker that was followed by a spinning back kick, there was a slight pause— enough for Raphael to capitalise.
He took a deep breath and his body begun glowing in a light grey, immediately his speed increased exponentially. He threw small jabs at the police officer who was completely dominating the fight but was now barely dodging Raphael's punches. Raphael threw a feint left hook, which she ducked to dodge, but what came for her was a skull-crushing knee kick which sent her to the ground.
The other male officer clearly not up to the skill level of either Raphael or the woman tried again to close in but Raphael grabbed the woman by her hair, punched her right in the gut and sealed it with a devastating jab to the face, which for any normal person would've sent them out of commission, but she was able to just barely hold on to consciousness. He raised her high and put the knife at her neck.
"If you don't want her to die stay the fuck back!"
The male officer stopped completely in his tracks responding aggravated, "Put the knife down if you know what's good for you, trust me, you'll regret you ever lived!".
Raphael looked at his friend severely beaten up, the officers now staring at him as they apprehended his unconscious friend. 'Fuck!' he thought,
"Back away from his body!". The officers looked at each other then back at the female and slowly backed away.
"N-no, don't listen to the man...It's four against one he's not str-" Raphael ended her speech early with a punch that finally turned her lights off.
"Drop all your radio equipment to the floor, I know how they look like don't even thinking about duping me". They all annoyingly followed his commands staring at him as if looks could kill.
"What's your name boy?" the officer, the partner of the female asked but Raphael didn't give him the time of day, instead he searched through the pockets of the officer in his hands, finding an ID number, a badge and other radio equipment which he put in the circle of other radio equipment and broke.
"Put your arms where i can see them officers." They all raised their arms as Raphael continued to speak, "Officer Matilda Bascott, 25 years of age. It's not common to bring initiates to arrest graffiti artists, why this much trouble?"
The same officer replied with a scowl, "you better be careful with how close you hold that knife to her neck, a drop of Bascott blood is worth more than what you and your mates could handle"
"She's part of a family?" Raphael said with fake curiosity, "Indeed she is, now drop her-"
"I didn't fucking ask, answer my question."
The officer chuckled, "It's unfortunate you don't see the predicament you're in. Jaybreakenham is going through a revolution. Soon you, your friends, your gangs and the spell of crime you've put this accursed city under will end."
A helicopter came overhead spreading a light over the scene, "This is the JBPD drop your knife and the officer! I repeat…", Police cars flooded the streets, turning the quiet buzz of nightlife to a cacophony of sirens and helicopter blades whirling in the air.
"Fuck!", Raphael said audibly, lost at what to do.
"I pity you boy, Though it will bring me joy to see your demise." Raphael looked at his friend still unconscious, he heard the sirens getting louder and louder, the flood of police cars getting closer and closer in view. He had to make a decision. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and dropped the police officer and ran into the back streets leaving his friend deserted.
"Hahaha! Atta Boy! Run away! Salvation shall come for those righteous in heart my good disciple, relish in the good news, for Jaybreakenham has risen!"